The Remote Codex

A Workplace Policy, If You Can Call It That
For Those Who Work in Shadow, Silence, and Flame

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We do not care where you sit.
We care what you ship.

Whether beneath neon towers or under starlight in the hills,
in cafés thick with strangers or in rooms no one enters but you —
your cathedral is your choice.

We do not require offices,
nor watch your green dot with suspicion.
We measure contribution, not compliance.
Presence is a gesture; output is a truth.

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You may work from jungles, from deserts, from kitchen counters or train stations.
We ask only this:

That you respond, when it matters.
That you deliver, when it’s needed.
That you own your time, like a sword you forged yourself.

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We do not micromanage.
That is for brittle systems.
You are not brittle — or you wouldn’t be here.

You will not be nagged.
You will not be coddled.
But your silence must never be a shrug.

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We offer flexibility, but it is not free.
It costs you discipline.
It costs you consistency.
It costs you the loneliness of command —
the weight of being trusted, unobserved.

This is not freedom in the vacation sense.
This is freedom in the existential sense:
terrifying, empowering, and yours to wreck or wield.

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There will be no all-hands to “check the vibe.”
No weekly syncs that drain the soul.
When we meet, it is because something matters.
When we speak, we mean it.
Otherwise, we build.

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We do not sell hours.
We create momentum.

So keep your hours.
Keep your quiet.
Keep your morning run and midnight code.
But give us the result.
Give us the fire.

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This is remote work at RBGT.
Not a perk.
Not a policy.
A pact.